I got a very tough job.

I don’t work in a mine or something similar to that, but this is a position that holds innumerable responsibilities, including the supports of hundreds, if not tens of thousands of individuals who work under me. I work pretty much 15 hours a day, 7 days a week. I also have a family that I see in passing; I think I have three children at the moment, one girl and two boys. My wife used to be hot when I married her, but I haven’t seen her in three months and she could have grown an arm out of the side of the head, I likely would have missed it. I’m telling you all of this because you have to understand why I go on a one-week vacation every year, all alone.I take no one. http://1115.us do not take my wife. I definitely do not take the kids. I do not take my mobile or my computer. As far as everyone I know is worried, I do not exist for those 7 days. And I always make it my business to go somewhere where it’s highly unlikely I will meet any Americans. I do not need to hear our accents and I usually do not need to feel like I am on the exact same planet as the people I socialize with during the other 358 days of the year. This past year, for instance, I went to Croatia, this small nation somewhere in the Mediterranean, a great little state with great beachfront and with amazing food. But all of the tourist things will not matter. What matters is that my life changed while there. But I am getting ahead of myselfI got to this little place where I was staying early in the morning. The sun was just coming out and I decided to take a walk down the shore before anyone gets up and comes to the seashore. I was exhausted as hell and I lit up a smoke as I was walking down the beach. There was no one there. Literally no one. A number of seagulls and that was that. And then I saw a figure in the distance, coming towards me. A jogger. As he was getting nearer to me, I can declare to you that I really could see the planet in slo mo. As he was running past me, I could see his sculpted body totally under his sweaty clothing. I could smell him, I really could feel his heat. And then he passed me and I forgot it by the time that I got to the hotel.The next day, I went swimming early in the morning and at the precisely the same time, he came running past. I watched him again and I realized he was seeing me. Now, for a guy who has never had any gay encounters in his life, I was a little confused that I was checking out this man, this blonde cut hunk that was running all sweaty past me every morning. I didn’t have the knowledge of what to think. I mean, I wasn’t fearful or anything like that, I’m not an asshole. But it was confusing, that’s for sure.The next morning, as I was taking my morning swim, my new friend did not come running. He came by boat and simply showed me with a gesture that he desires me to come into the boat with him. I did it. I don’t know why, but I did it. He told me his name was Andrei in the most beautiful Russian accent English I ‘d ever heard and I told him my name. I asked him where we were going and he told me that nudist girls would see.When we got there, I understood that it was this small, completely secluded beach where no one has place their foot in decades and where no one could perhaps roam to. We disembarked and as we got to the seashore, Andrei undressed and stood there before me, completely naked, with small beads of perspiration running down his chest and with his fat dick hanging down. You can just imagine what happened that day and I can tell you this, my first experience, was something that I never dreamt would happen, let alone with a complete stranger, a Russian man even. It was the best day of my own life. And that’s him. That is my Andrei.